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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.