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 France and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.