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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.