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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.