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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Saints 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.