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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.