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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
UT,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.