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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.