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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
UT,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.