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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 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 The Kinks 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
X-101,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.