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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.