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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.