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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.