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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.