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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
MC5,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.