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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.