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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Television,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.