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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.