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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.