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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.