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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.