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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.