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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
UT,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Fall,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.