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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Crime,
cv313,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.