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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.