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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.