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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
the Association,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.