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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
June Days,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.