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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.