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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.