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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.