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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.