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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.