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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.