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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.