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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.