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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.