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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.