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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.