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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.