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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.