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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Television,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.