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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.