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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.