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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sonics 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Index,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.