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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.