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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.