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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.