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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.