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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Swans,
CMW,
Scion,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.