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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.