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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.