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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.