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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.