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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.