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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.