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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.