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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Can,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.