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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.