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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.