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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.