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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.