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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.