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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.