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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.