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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 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 Brick to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.