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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
UT,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.