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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.