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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Brick,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.