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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.