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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.