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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.