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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.