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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Pole,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.