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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.