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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Index,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.