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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.