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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.