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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.