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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.