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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.