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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.