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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
X-101,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.