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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.