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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.