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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.