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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.