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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.