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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.