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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.