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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.