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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.