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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.