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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.