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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
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.