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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
CMW,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.