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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.