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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.