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 Gabon and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Technova,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.