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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.