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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.