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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.