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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
UT,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.