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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.