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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.