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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.