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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.