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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Danielle Patucci 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Wake,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.