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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.