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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.