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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.