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 Poland and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.