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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.