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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.