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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.