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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.