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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Names,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.