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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.