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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.