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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.