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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.