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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.