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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.