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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.