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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.