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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
World's Most,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.