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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.