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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.