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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.