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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.