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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.