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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.