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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Monks,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.