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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.