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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.