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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.