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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Names,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.