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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.