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 India and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.