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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.