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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.