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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.