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 Uzbekistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.