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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.