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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Nico,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Doors,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.