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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
cv313,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.