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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Q65,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.