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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
the Normal,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.