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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.