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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Skaos,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.