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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.