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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.