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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.