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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.