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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.