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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Index,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.