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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.