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 Australia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.