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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.