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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.