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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.