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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.