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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 marimba 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.