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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Can,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.