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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.