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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.