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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.