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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.