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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.