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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.