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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.