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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.