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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.