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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.