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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.