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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Gong,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.