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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.