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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.