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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.