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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Gories,
The Busters,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.