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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.