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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.