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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.