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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.