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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Magma,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.