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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.