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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.