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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.