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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
MC5,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.