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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Wings,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.