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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.