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 Romania 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.