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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.