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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.