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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.