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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.