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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.