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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.