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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.