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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.