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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Martian,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.