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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Magma,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.