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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.