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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.