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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.