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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.