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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Nico,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.