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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Wings,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.