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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
X-102,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.