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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.