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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.