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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.