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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.