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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Fear,
Television,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.