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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.