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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Can,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.