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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.