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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Names,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.