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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Television,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
ABBA,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.