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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.