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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.