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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.