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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.