Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.