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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
DNA,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.