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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.