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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.