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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
X-101,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.