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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.