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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.