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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.