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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.