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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.