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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.