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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
CMW,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.