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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.