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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.