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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Lower 48,
MDC,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.