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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.