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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.