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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.