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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.