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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.