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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.