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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.