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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.