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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.