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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Can,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.