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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.