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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.