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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.