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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.