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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Magma,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.