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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.