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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.