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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.