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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.