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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.