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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.