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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.