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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.