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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.