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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.