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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.