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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Index,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.