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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.