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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
the Association,
X-102,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.