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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.