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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
The Names,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.