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 Uzbekistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.