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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.