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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.