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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.