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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.