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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Mars,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.