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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.