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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.