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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.