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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Fear,
Interpol,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.