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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.