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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.