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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.