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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.