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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.