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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.