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 France and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.