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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lalann,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.