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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.