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 Dominican Republic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.