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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Mars,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.