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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.