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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.