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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.