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 Finland and from Portland.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.