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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.