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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.