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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.