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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
MDC,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.