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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.