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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.