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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.