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 United States and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.