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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.