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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.