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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.