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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.