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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.