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 .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.