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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.