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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.