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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.