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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.