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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Names,
Wings,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.