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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.