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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.