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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mars 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.