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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.