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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.