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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.