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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.