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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.