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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.