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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Fear,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.