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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.