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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.