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 Philippines and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.