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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Visage,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.