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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.