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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.