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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.