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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.