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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Scion,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.