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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.