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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Franke,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.