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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
The Move,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.