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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.