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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.