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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.