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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.