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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.