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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.