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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.