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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.