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 Libya 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.