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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.