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 Russia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.