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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.