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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Franke,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.