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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.