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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.