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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.