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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.