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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.