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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.