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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.