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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.