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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.