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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.