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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.