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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 R.M.O. 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?
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.