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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Can,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.