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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Wings,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.