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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.