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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.