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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.