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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.