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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.