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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.