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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
the Human League,
UT,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.