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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Association,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.