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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.