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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.