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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.