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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.