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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.