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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.