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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Franke to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.