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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Deakin,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.