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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.