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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Brick,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Franke,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.