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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.