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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.