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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.