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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Can,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.