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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.