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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.