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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.