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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.