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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the punk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.