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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.