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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.