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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.