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 Norway 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.