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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.