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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.