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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.