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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.