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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.