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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Can,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.