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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.