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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.