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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.