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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.