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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.