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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.