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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.