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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Pole,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.