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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Can,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.