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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
ABC,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.