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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Skriet,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.