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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dirtbombs 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
The Wake,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.