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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.