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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.