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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.