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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.