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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Ossler,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.