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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.