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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.