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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.