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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Television,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.