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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.