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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.