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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.