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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Can,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.