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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.