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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.