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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.