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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Smog,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.