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 Mali and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Japan,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.