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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.