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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.