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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.