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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.