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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.