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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
10cc,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.