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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.