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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.