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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.