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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
June Days,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.