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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.