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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.