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 Malta and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.