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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.