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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.