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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.