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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.