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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.