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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.