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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.