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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.