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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Symarip,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.