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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.