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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.