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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.