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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.