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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.