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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Wire,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.