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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Normal to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.