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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.