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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.