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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.