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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.