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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.