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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.