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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.