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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.