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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
UT,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.