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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.