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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
June Days,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.