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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.