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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.