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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.