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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Deakin 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.