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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.