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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gories to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.