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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.