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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.