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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.