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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Can,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.