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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.