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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.