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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.