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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Residents,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.