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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.