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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.