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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.