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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Lyres,
New Order,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.