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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Symarip,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.