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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.