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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.