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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.