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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.