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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.