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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.