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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.