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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.