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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.