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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.