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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.