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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.