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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.