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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.