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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.