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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.