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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.