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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.