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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s 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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
AZ,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.