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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.