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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.