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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Scion,
Skaos,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.