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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sällskapet 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.