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 Haiti and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.